The hug is imminent.
Twilight panics. Rainbow Dash means well, but now is not a good time. She doesn't want it. She's not ready for it. She doesn't deserve it...
Cover art by Twidasher. This story was an entry for the October 2017 Writeoff event.
The hug is imminent.
Twilight panics. Rainbow Dash means well, but now is not a good time. She doesn't want it. She's not ready for it. She doesn't deserve it...
Cover art by Twidasher. This story was an entry for the October 2017 Writeoff event.
A storm signals the awakening of a creature in the Everfree Forest. Someone is hungry.
Fluttershy ponders her life and her innate worth.
A short exploration of mood in first person purple prose. Inspired by ugugg93's "Thirteen Days without Pink".
(Trigger warning: parental abuse)
'Tis a night like any other. We have raised the moon, Tia has fallen into slumber, the guards are passing Us confused glances, We—
Wait...
Self-edited this time.
Cover art by Lortstreet54
A (very) short one-shot written and edited in less than two hours while sitting in a hospital bed.
Pinkie Pie has had enough. She cannot keep hiding her darker side anymore. So, one night, she writes down some of her darker side's views on what life and death are as well as how happiness and sadness can play a role. How much more was there to Pinkie than anypony had ever realized?
It's Hearth's Warming Eve, and tonight, Scootaloo is alone. Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle are celebrating with their own families, and the filly's father is at a Hearth's Warming Eve party. Scootaloo wonders if somepony will come to help her, or if she will spend this usually joyous evening in a solemn silence.
Author's Note:
Keep in mind that I was in the sixth grade when I wrote this.
Cover Art Source
Edited by Tamil Tiger.
Please, please, please post any grammatical errors and punctuation errors I made. That helps a lot!
It was there a second ago,
I don't know where it went.
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My thanks to GORynytch for translating this into Russian
Links can be found here. Tabun, FicBook, PonyFiction, and Google Docs
Pinkie has devised a plan to hug Twilight, who just might finally realize something.
I am the screaming mare. She is me, I am her. We are one.
I'm trapped in a world of forged security, haunted by my mistakes and tied down by the lies I've told. The story of my life is told so vaguely in these short words. See if you can figure me out.
Each action is an emotion, each description represents something entirely different. A puzzle of the mind, a representation.
The Screaming Mind.